Chapter 20
After choosing a class, Nick went to breakfast. At breakfast he met only his mother, with Benedict and Maria standing next to her. Sitting down at her place, his mother started a conversation with him.
"I see you were able to successfully choose both classes, I am very happy for you my son." Limia said with a gentle smile.
"Thank you mother, where did all the others go?"
"Father is busy with something important, Uncle Rayon is recruiting new recruits for the Phantom Sword School. Children, go to the academy with Lucille. You are also going today. Right after breakfast, you went through the portal to the capital, Benedict and Maria will go with you."
"Finally, you also studied at the Royal Academy, Mother? Did you like it there?"
"I'll tell you honestly, Dylan, I didn't like it there. While I was studying there, I was the middle child. I studied in the direction of managing noble lands and I wasn't exactly a star."
"I understand, mother, do you think I should take more security with me?"
"No, of course, there won't be any problems for you at the academy, unless you start them yourself, of course. And please don't get into fights. I don't want you to be known as a wild child." Limia said with a thin smile.
"I can't promise anything, mother." Nick answered, also smiling slightly. He really didn't think he could avoid at least one fight.
"Haha, at least you're being honest with me, but I really ask you to try."
"Of course, I will do everything in my power."
"Okay, now you can go get ready."
After saying goodbye to Limia, Nick went to his room to pack his things. He had recently received a spatial ring as a gift for his 15th birthday, but unfortunately it didn't have as much space as he would have liked. The ring was a [Special+] level and only had two square meters of space. It had to be occasionally charged with his mana if he used it often. It was filled with many potions and artifacts. Nick changed into his new clothes that Master Rimel had made. It was a [Special] level Royal Academy uniform, it didn't offer any special enhancements, but it was as durable as enchanted manasteel armor. Next, he hid a few knives in the lining of his clothes and attached two swords to his left side. The first was the [Ghost Sword] [Special+], it allowed him to cut spiritual objects and cut mana that had not yet been used for a spell when activated, and of course this was all in addition to the fact that it was very durable and could cut trees with a simple blow. The second sword was the [Great Maple Wooden Sword] [Rare+], the one he created thanks to the spirit. In this place, he mainly stored mana and life force. The volume was about 10,000 mana and an unknown amount of life force. When he brought the sword to Master Rimel, he examined it and suggested that the sword could change shape without losing its strength, and Master Rimel also suggested improving it. He could insert a core of not aspected mana and a core of life mana into the sword, thereby increasing the amount of resources that he could store in it. But Nick refused this, he himself wanted to do this in the future. And he doubted that he could fill the sword with mana, if he couldn't fill it completely anyway, with his low regeneration. Now he could get about 235 MP per day, and that was on the condition that he sat in meditation for about 10 hours. All thanks to his [Rare] skill.
Greater Meditation [Rare] - By collecting mana from the environment and circulating it through your body, you surround your mana core with this mana. This increases your mana regeneration by 25-50%.
After getting ready, Nick looked at himself in the mirror. He really did look like a "spoiled young master", which brought a smile to his face. Which made it even more reminiscent of that image in his head.
Come to think of it, I really am an arrogant young master. Sigh, no matter how funny it is, I need to start controlling my mischievous nature... Well, I'll at least try to do it.
After leaving the room, he and the others came to a portal built to their estate. Portals can only be controlled by three classes of mages: Rune Mage, Arcane Mage, and Space Mage. Walter was waiting for them near the portal.
"Young master, you will finally be going to the academy. I am very happy for you."
"Yes, thank you Walter."
'Without further ado, I will now begin opening the portal.'
The portal was built from Mithril, a large number of runes were carved on it, and a large number of space mana cores were also fixed in it. Nick watched with interest as Walter activated the portal, he did it with the help of some space spells. Nick watched and regretfully noted that he did not understand absolutely anything, the forms of the spells were too complex for him and even with all his concentration he could not understand much. The portal opened and Nick, along with Benedict and Maria, passed through it.
On the other side, they were met by a couple of people in a rich reception hall. They were teleported to the Royal Academy. Nick immediately assessed the people there, there were five people. One Mage and four Warriors in rich golden armor with the royal Emblem.
Name: Viranes Traveler 231 years old
Race: Mana-Attuned Human [Rare] Lvl 400
Class: Space Mage [Special] Lvl 356
Class: Rune Spatial Mage [Special] Lvl 305
Name: Hidden
Race: Human [Uncommon] Lvl 200
Class: Royal Guard [Special] Lvl 340
Class: Elite Sword and Shield [Special] Lvl 330
Name: Hidden
Race: Human [Uncommon] Lvl 200
Class: Royal Guard [Special] Lvl 318
Class: Elite Sword and Shield [Special] Lvl 336
Name: Hidden
Race: Human [Uncommon] Lvl 200
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Class: Royal Guard [Special] Lvl 335
Class: Elite Sword and Shield [Special] Lvl 315
Name: Hidden
Race: Human [Uncommon] Lvl 200
Class: Royal Guard [Special] Lvl 332
Class: Elite Sword and Shield [Special] Lvl 324
In Nick's opinion, it was impressive, 5 [Special] class users could temporarily hold off almost anyone who came out of the portal. Especially with their equipment, in fact, Nick was also sure that there were hidden formations somewhere around here. While Nick was thinking about this, the Space Mage called out to them.
"Welcome to the Royal Academy. Are you young Lord Dylan?"
"Of course, why this question?"
"Mmm, just a formality. Let your escorts introduce themselves, and we also need documents for permission to stay within the walls of the Royal Academy."
"I am Benedict Kinseth, I have served the House of Ghost Blade for over 200 years, and I am also the escort of young master Dylan Ghost Blade." Benedict introduced himself and handed over some papers.
"Mmm, it's okay. You're next, maid."
"I am Maria Redvist, I have served the House of Ghost Blade for over 50 years, and I am also the escort of young master Dylan Ghost Blade."
"Okay, everything is fine. There are no problems with the documents either. You can pass, enjoy your stay at the Royal Academy."
The Royal Guard retreated and they were free to pass. As much as Nick didn't want to believe it was just a formality, he knew they'd been lie-detector tested. That was damn clear.
This was a clear example of how you need to watch what you say and to whom. It was unpleasant.
Coming out of the portal hall, they found themselves in a long corridor. Nick understood why all the precautions were needed and there were a hell of a lot of them. The corridor stretched for 200 meters and was only 4 sisters in diameter. Coming out of the corridor, they were met by a pleasant garden, where the Administrator was located nearby. Approaching him, Nick introduced himself again.
"Hello, we arrived at the academy through the spatial gate, please tell us where to go next, I have entered the first year of study?"
"Of course, young Lord. Further beyond the garden, you should go into the reception hall, where the commission for new arrivals is located."
"Thank you."
Nick walked further into the garden and noticed that he was still inside the building, a completely glass roof had been built over the garden. Nick was already surprised at how unreasonably large the academy was. After walking another 200 meters through the garden, he saw more double doors that were open. Entering, he saw the same beautifully furnished room. Before he had time to look around well, a young man immediately approached them.
"Hello, may I accompany you to the admissions office?" he asked with a friendly smile.
"Certainly"
So Nick was led through a bunch of corridors and rooms. Now he really couldn't understand why they were building something so big. This wasn't an academy, but a real fortress. Five minutes later, the young man led them into one of the rooms where five people were sitting, only now he noticed that all the people he saw were wearing a strange uniform. Most likely, it had some kind of designation, but Nick didn't want to explain it now. There were three men and two women sitting at the table. It was hard for Nick to understand who of them was a warrior and who was a magician, or even assign them some kind of classification. Before he could identify them, a woman with blond hair and blue eyes addressed him.
"I believe you are Dylan Ghostblade. We have a few questions for you. Your escorts may remain."
"Of course my lady, I can answer a couple of questions."
The woman smiled, as did most of those present.
"How do you feel about the demon?" She asked this question with a smile and Nick decided not to show off and answer honestly.
"I haven't met demons and from what I've heard they are quite cruel creatures."
"Yes, you are right. Next question, how do you feel about the undead?"
"Very negative." This question made him remember his first assassination attempt, Nick was increasingly not liking the topic of this conversation.
"Well, let's skip the rest of the questions, I don't see the point in them. As far as you know, you were invited to a special class at the academy that recruits owners of strong and rare classes. So we won't give you an exam considering that you are the owner of two [Rare] classes at once. Come to me and pour your mana into this item."
Nick did as he was told. He walked up to the table and poured mana into a metal structure with a bunch of runes engraved on it. The woman pulled out a black card with his name and age written on it, as well as his class number and what year he entered.
"It was nice meeting you, classes will start tomorrow, but in the meantime you will be shown to your room. Goodbye young Lord Dylan."
Nick thought this meeting was strange, what did these people want from him anyway. Grimacing at himself for not canceling them, he went to his room.
***
Meanwhile, in the room right after Nick left it.
"And what do you think about him?"
"I thought that I shouldn't leave my fort just to look at the young people. But seeing that he has a unique class, I changed my mind. In general, it would be interesting." A young man with black hair spoke up.
"What are you starting, you are the most powerful spatial mage in the world, it was nothing for you to come here for a while."
"Yes, yes. I don't care."
"I think he has the potential to become someone great even without that monstrous soul power. But that's not what we're talking about here, is it?" Said the oldest man with orange hair and eyes.
"Yes, you are certainly right, Archmage Ronan, what do you think of his character?"
"I have nothing to say about this, it's too early to talk about it, but considering that he attacked the priests without any hesitation, it doesn't look good for us."
"Does it really matter? The guy knew the priests were coming for their souls. What difference does it make?" The healthy man said.
"Just because you don't like Yuriel doesn't give you the right to insult the church." The blonde woman replied.
"Leave me alone, you holy core bastards are all too arrogant."
"And I hear this from someone who only knows how to wield a spear?"
"Stop it! Aren't you tired of all this? Soon we will have to train this generation and put all our efforts into it, and you are quarrelling like cats and dogs." The archmage spoke.
"Unlike all of you, I know exactly what class Dylan is." The last woman to speak was the one who was the closest person to becoming the fifth Archmage.
"And what does his magic do?" the Space Mage asked with interest.
"It's simple, he pours his will into his spells, and he is not limited to one school of magic, unlike those who can pour their will into magic. He is the progenitor of a class line."
After these words, there was a quiet silence at the table, all squabbles ceased and everyone thought about what this could mean for humanity.
"Has anyone ever heard of a class line progenitor?" asked the Space Mage.
"No, I don't remember that." She replied.
"And why are you so sure that he is the Progenitor of the class line?"
"I have never seen such a class in the archive."
"So what? It might just be a unique class."
"You may be right, but it's better to assume it now and it seems to me that such magic could well be worth a new Class Line."
"Okay, okay. So our hopes depend on these children?" asked the Space Mage.
"Who knows, maybe the Guardians of the World will kill the Archdemon as soon as he comes out of the portal. But it's better to be prepared for that." The Archmage replied.
"Okay, I have to go, I'll report to the commander about our conversation."
The space mage opened the gate and left. The others also began to disperse.